Condition: Response

Sound the bells
I'm coming home
As far as I can tell
I'm not alone
I'm sick and tired of all the chasing
Wasting days
Its a blur and I can't remember
Are we ever really gonna be
All the things expected of us
Between the lights that cover you and me
We're blinded by the black and white of
I don't even know whats up with me
I'm countin down the hours
I need to feel the presence
I need to feel you right here
Right here, right here, yeah
Break the glass
Tonight I'm breaking free
I knew you bring me back
To life again
I'm sick and tired of all the faking
Wasting days
I'll never get back
Are we ever really gonna be
All the things expected of us
Between the lights that cover you and me
We're blinded by the black and white of
I don't even know whats up with me
I'm countin down the hours
I need to feel the presence
I need to feel you right here
Right here, right here, yeah
Are we ever really gonna be
All the things expected of us
Between the lights that cover you and me
We're blinded by the black and white of
I don't even know whats up with me
I'm countin down the hours
I need to feel the presence
I need to feel you right here
Right here, right here, right here